Pakistan has its first pro-LGBT children’s book. In February, Pakistani blogger and artist Eiynah ‘Nice Mangos’ created an illustrated blog post called “My Chacha Is Gay,” about a boy named Ahmed and his gay uncle. With the help of a crowdfunding campaign, she raised enough money to publish the post as a children’s book.
“The treatment of LGBTQ people in Pakistan is incredibly unjust, as is the treatment of most minorities, or anyone that doesn’t fit the expected mould,” Eiynah told BuzzFeed in an email. “The concept of LGBTQ rights does not exist in any large-scale mainstream way. People are isolated from family, friends and loved ones over things like this. It’s no way to live… Admittedly we are not as extreme as countries like Iran in our homophobia, but that doesn’t mean the situation is not horrendous. I’m still working on getting “My Chacha Is Gay” into Pakistan, but that is proving to be quite a challenge, not unexpectedly.”
This woman spoke about how she had been visiting her sister in Juba when the fighting broke out, and had been unable to return home. To make matters worse, she had left her older children behind in her village, because she thought it would just be a short trip. She had not seen them in nearly a year. As I was interviewing her, she kept a very resigned, unsmiling, faraway look on her face, which can be seen in the previous post. But when we finished, my translator asked her what village she was from. When she told him, he pulled out his phone. “I’ve just been to your hometown on an aid mission,” he said, “I can show you photos.” As he scrolled through photos of her village, her expression suddenly changed.
(Tongping Internally Displaced Persons Site, Juba, South Sudan)
3yo hugs me, smiles a bitter-sweet smile, slowly begins to squeeze my throat with two hands & whispers hauntingly, “Are you choking, Daddy?”
There are an alarming number of people who sincerely think pumpkin, as it grows out of the ground, naturally tastes like allspice, cinnamon, and ginger.
I die laughing every time someone gets a “pumpkin spice” product and says “this doesn’t taste like pumpkin at all!” Pumpkin. Spice. Not actual pumpkin. Come on, son.
Audrey Hepburn with pet fawn “Pippin” in the supermarket, 1958
When Audrey was making her 1959 film Green Mansions, the animal trainer on the set suggested that she take her on-screen sidekick, a baby deer, home with her so that he would learn to follow her. Nicknamed ‘Ip’, the deer would cuddle Audrey and accompany her to the supermarket in Beverley Hills. (via Another Mag)
But women can never be careful enough, can we? If we take naked pictures of ourselves, we’re asking for it. If someone can manage to hack into our accounts, we’re asking for it. If we’re not wearing anti-rape nail polish, we’re asking for it. If we don’t take self-defence classes, we’re asking for it. If we get drunk, we’re asking for it. If our skirts are too short, we’re asking for it. If we pass out at a party, we’re asking for it. If we are not hyper-vigilant every single fucking second of every single fucking day, we are asking for it. Even when we are hyper-vigilant, we’re still asking for it. The fact that we exist is asking for it.
This is what rape culture looks like.
This is what misogyny looks like."